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lirik lagu gee q - how i keep from going under

stuck up in the hood, like an engine from a caddy
wanna sell records, if i can’t, then it’s bags
if it ain’t the booth, then i’m out here trappin’
i’ma go and take a bow when the pistol starts clappin’
what you know about, 35 for a brick tho?
staying on top, i’ma ball like a disco
mind on the money, so i think like the dollars
cuz they still little babies, feed them keys, make them taller
shine like gold chains, feds tryna stop it
hit em with a punch line, lyrical boxing
who think they top this, dome shot, topless
sun roof, peel back, military offense
bread still stackin’, some call it wonder
headed to the top, but they’d rather see me under
if it wasn’t music, i’d probably still k!ll em
will i ever make it? i don’t know, i’m still here….

repeat 4x:
it’s like a jungle sometimes, that make me wonder, how i keep from going under? how i keep from going under?

they wanna carry my head, and see a soldier collapse
i got my eyes on the front, but i’m watching my back
i been feenin’ for paper, gave the devil my soul
cuz i’m livin’ in h-ll, i’ma die for this gold
i made a vow to the lord, there will never be peace
he took my homies away, put em back in the streets
i be a hustla, living for the p-a-y
cuz it be a dirty game, but i gotta survive
homie i’ma stay thuggin’, it ain’t over for me
clutchin’ one in they face, let em stay in they dreams
i’m attracted to drama, and addicted to stress
forever, i’ma be smokin’, put a pound on my chest
i be chasing the dollars, with the feds on my back
don’t have too many homies….i got a knife in my back
it’s getting hard out here, but still i can’t leave
i be back on the block, hope it’s all just a dream

repeat 4x:
it’s like a jungle sometimes, that make me wonder, how i keep from going under? how i keep from going under?

i do it for the g’s that’s been hungry too long, feenin’ for paper
if it’s on, then it’s on
thuggin’ all my life, put my hand on the chrome
mama check in my room, but i’m always gone

cuz i’m searching for paper, back to my old ways
records don’t sell, then it’s back to the gunplay
everything dome shot, first to the last round
headed to the dope spot, rob the whole stash house
back to the court room, chains i be sn-tching
been hungry too long, still won’t happen
my p.o trippin’, tell me who to hang with
ain’t that a b-tch, my whole family banging
and since my money gone, and it still won’t grow
so bandanna on my face, and i’m kicking down doors
so i, gotta keep my enemies close, but my gat closer
duckin’ 5-o, living life by survival….

repeat 4x:
it’s like a jungle sometimes, that make me wonder, how i keep from going under? how i keep from going under?

- lirik lagu gee q

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